Papa John's executive. ZenMango founder. Work across 100+ brands and more than $1 billion in revenue impact.
01The Story
Named for the one who asks.
Maiji named me for the Arjun who paused a battlefield to ask a question. She saw the questioning eyes before I knew what they would become.
Before the principles
There was a grandmother who listened without giving me the answer. She taught me to look again until I could see my own part in what happened.
IIT Kharagpur, 1985 to 1986
The first system I tried to change
When mess strikes threatened exams, I worked with the Institute and Russi Mody to keep the campus open. Temporary food tents became permanent eateries. The lesson was not that everyone agreed. It was that sometimes the work must continue while they do not.
The first time the Institute read my name aloud, the word after it was zero. The last time, it was the Distinguished Alumnus Award.
Brigham Young University, 1988
The extra zero
I arrived believing my scholarship was $18,500. By four that afternoon I learned that a temporary clerk had added a zero. The real number was $1,850. I had $240. I stayed.
Hang in any situation long enough and you can find a solution.
$240
What remained after the scholarship changed.
The Climb
Before the life became a film, the work filled boardrooms.
I moved from Tata Steel to Pizza Hut, Boston Market, the founding team at Einstein Bros., and Papa John's, where I became Vice President of Marketing and Operations Services. Later, ZenMango carried the work across more than one hundred brands. The revenue impact passed one billion dollars.
“The first identity I chose for myself was not executive. It was father.”
Arjun
September 1996
Less than one hundred days
Eight people in white coats gave me a diagnosis and a deadline. I asked for a timeout. I wrote a contract by hand. I wanted an act to be mine before the next thing happened.
Act. Never react.
More than ten thousand days
What stayed by the door
The medical bag has gone to every appointment. I will lend any other bag in the house. Not this one. It is not a monument to illness. It is simply ready for what comes next.
2008
The next step
I once tried to count all the steps left in a marathon. The number was impossible. One step was not. So I stopped committing to the finish and committed to the step beneath me.
Quit on the next one. Never on this one.
Look closer The stories behind the turns
R-June Sen
When medical teams repeatedly misread my name, I made it memorable: the sixth month, June, with an R in front. People fight harder for someone they know.
The white shirt
After the diagnosis, I returned for the white shirt I had worn during the presentation. I did not want to forget my why.
Thirty seconds in the snow
With $240 left, I waited beside the university president's car on a snowy October night and told my story in thirty seconds. The next morning, a jacket, a basket of fruit, and two checks were waiting. Staying long enough sometimes gives the solution time to find you.
Two questions
I stopped asking whether I could cure myself. On a whiteboard, I wrote two questions: Is there a better option somewhere? Can I make my best effort to find it? A different question gave me somewhere to go.
The human bubble
At mile eighteen, an officer ordered me off the marathon course. She became my escort, and fifteen strangers formed a human bubble around me. UNQUIT® has never meant continuing alone.
